Chased Om Om 2

Bad News

“Kyaa!!” I shouted as soon as I realized that the person standing there was not the person I was expecting.

The man immediately covered my mouth with his big hand, smothering me until no sound of screaming escaped from inside my mouth.

“Kok shouted, that's it? Do I look like a ghost?” asked the man without lowering the hand that had silenced me.

I shook my head. My heart is beating so hard. How did Om Damar get into the girls' locker room? Ah .... Of course because no one was there. But ... Where's the glasses girl? Don't-don't .. Even Om Damar who set all this. 

It was because he felt that I could no longer scream. The man let go of the hand that silenced me. His pair of sharp eyes, still looking at me who still felt very awkward due to my torn clothes. 

Without waiting any longer, I immediately headed to the door to look for the glasses girl earlier. It's possible that he's at the door outside the public locker room. The sooner I change my clothes, the better. And my work today will be finished sooner.

But that heavy hand held me. Om Damar held my arm. "Don't come out!" command me. 

I stopped my steps. "But .. I must …." 

"Are you going to come out with that look?" he asked while throwing his gaze at the chest I was still covering with one hand.

Ah .. true as well. How am I supposed to get out with this torn piece? It could be that all the crew glared at the part that accidentally had to be exposed to this.

Suddenly I heard my phone. A ringing sound that did not stop from inside the dressing room, where I kept my clothes. Hearing the ringing that never stopped, somehow my feelings became uncomfortable. I rushed to get that flat object.

Foreign numbers were seen flashing on his screen. Usually if I get an unknown call like this, I'll skip, I don't want to answer. Because as it has been, it was just a call from my friends who were fad. But this time my instincts said something was important.

I swipe the green button on the screen. For a moment, I heard the panicked voice of a woman from across the street. 

"Hello, Tiara. You where?" Ask the woman when we open our conversation. 

"Tiara in the studio, Tan," I realized that it was the voice of Ambar's aunt who lived next door to our house. 

"You better get here fast. Your mother ... Your mother fainted. Aunty has taken your mother to the hospital, you came here, yes," she asked. "The aunt doesn't know who else to call."

Instantly, a pair of my legs felt weak. My mind was mixed erratically. I immediately looked for something that could hold my body. 

What can I do now? I can only hope nothing bad happens to my mom. I still need him so much. 

"Tiara? You why?" ask Om Damar.

Slowly I shook my head. "Sorry Om, Tiara can't continue shooting today." 

My head is bowed in lethargy. "Tiara's been messed up today, ripping off the clothes that were supposed to be for the shoot. Even now …." 

Om Damar holds both of my shoulders. "Who's calling? What the hell is going on?" ask her with a firm tone.

The man immediately gave her a suit to cover the clothes I was wearing. "We're going there now. Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay." 

I'm trying to be tough. It would be a shame if I cried in front of him. I definitely can. Hasn't I always been able to be tough in front of others? 

Suddenly Om Damar grabbed me in his arms. It felt so warm and without feeling the warm liquid just slipped in my eyes. I don't know why the burden on my shoulders feels a little less.

"Where are you going?" reprimand Om Marcel when he saw us passing just like that in front of him. 

I bowed my head because I was unable to answer that question in my talk. I don't know how many people are looking at me. I don't give a shit. 

"Om, we should postpone taking pictures today" said Om Damar. "I'll take him to the hospital. She got word, her mom just fainted."

"Aunt Nilam?" Darren's voice sounded as if surprised to hear the news. 

"Alright, take good care of Damar" said Om Marcel. "Let me know, whatever happens." 

Om Damar immediately led me out of the studio. And before long, the black car with its blue-white logo had rolled off, taking us to the largest hospital in our city.

"I understand how you feel. Don't worry too much, everything's gonna be fine." Again, the man tried to calm me down.

"How can you understand my feelings? Even Om Damar was never in my position" I said. 

How could he understand how I feel. Wasn't he born a wealthy man, ah .. no, rather rich. Even from the story of Kak Merry, his father even threatened to cancel the ad booking, if Om Marcel did not use it as a model girl companion model who was his first love. 

"Of course I understand. I've also felt the pain of loss." Om Damar's voice sounded so calm, as if saying something that did not affect his feelings at all.

I looked at the man who was focusing on the wheel. He felt like I was watching him. 

"I just lost my papa, Om. And, now ... I'm afraid …." 

For some reason in front of him I felt so safe to share my feelings. For some reason in front of him I felt so comfortable spilling everything on my mind. 

I don't care if he thinks of me as a child. I don't care if he judges me so fragile. Maybe I'm too tired to be tough and hide all my sadness in front of everyone. 

Om Damar pulled his vehicle over. His pair of hands touched my cheeks, holding him back to make our faces face each other. 

"I understand how you feel, because .. I've been in the same position." Om Damar looked at me, while his fingers gently rubbed the clear liquid flowing down my cheeks. "First time, I lost my mother. I was still in elementary school then. After that ... I lost Paula and .. last papa."

I'm back sobbing. But Om Damar instead, he pulled the corner of his lips and embraced me into his arms. 

"Cry, if it can make you relieved. Because only tears can wash the wounds in your heart" he said wisely.